So, I arrive at church, and they are in the middle of the fifth Sunday meeting. I sneak in the back with a big smile on my face, because of the feeling I had of finally being in church, and I also recognized the back of someone's head! I had to keep myself from running to Elder Clarke, but luckily he turned around, and I offered a little wave.
Throughout the rest of the meeting I was constantly being introduced to people I can't even pronounce the name, let alone spell it. And during the talks and and prayers, although I couldn't really understand, I still felt like I knew what was being said. (Case study #2 of the Holy Ghost). After, Austin, this is what I get for being his cousin, asked me to stay later to play the piano at a baptism.
Coming home was easier, in a way. I figured out how that you need to push the stop button so the driver knows someone is to get off at the next stop, or else he will keep going. Also I learnt the hard way, the system of the buses, which take me where and when. Though it would have been easier to just call my family and ask them, I really wanted to figure it out myself that way I could do it again.
So I did! I also got more confident with my French, because I had to ask people where to go, and how to get to a spot on the map. I also feel like I can understand it a lot more then before. If only the girls would speak slower. Tomorrow the parents go to work, but the girls don't start school until Tuesday. I get all day with them and their neighbourhood friends. Wish me luck!
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